by Lynda Chance
He came over her on all fours, his knees straddling her, sinking over her with his elbows straight at the side of her head where he could study her.
She stared back and panted. Slowly, as if he had her under his control and had all the time in the world, he lifted one hand and sank it around the sides of her mouth, pinching her, just short of pain, making her lips pucker for him. “Mine,” he barked out savagely just before he took a single biting kiss on her lips that was so gloriously hot she almost came then and there.
Releasing her mouth, he grasped her breast, squeezing her areola, plumping her nipple for his inspection. “Mine,” he snarled as his mouth fell to the tip where he took it in his mouth and lightly bit it, making her cry out. The electric shot slammed through her breasts, traveled down her spine and landed in a pool of agonized need directly in her pelvis.
She whimpered, trying to lift her hips, needing to grind against him so badly it was becoming sheer agony.
But he wasn’t finished yet. Lowering himself down her body, he paused at her belly button, undoubtedly to torture her. He swirled his fingers around the slit on her stomach, fingering it, sending cataclysmic waves of need pulsing through her bloodstream. “Logan, please—“
His hand whipped up and covered her mouth, his eyes shooting dark arrows of warning. His mouth remained sealed, but his eyes conveyed his position: She’d better stay silent.
Another jolt of lust seized her, her mouth drying up.
When he seemed satisfied she wouldn’t speak again, he lowered his head and put his tongue to her stomach, going as deep as he could into the shallow indentation, making her squirm in a quagmire of melted honey.
And then, finally, he lowered himself again. Spreading her wide, he wrapped his arms underneath her thighs and held her open to him. The lights in the room were bright and blaring and there was nowhere for her to hide, no room to deny what he was doing to her. His fingers spread her folds as he opened her, wide, and then wider still, so he could see all she had.
Years ago, she might have been embarrassed. But that time was long gone and now all she felt was anticipation from the ecstasy she knew was coming.
“Beautiful,” he growled, taking one devastating swipe of his tongue and then looked up, holding her eyes once again. “So goddamn beautiful—and all mine.”
With a satanic twist, his mouth flattened as he glanced down again. He sank a finger deep inside, her vaginal muscles immediately clamping down, her hips lifting. In retaliation, he held her down with one hand to her hip and put his mouth to her clit.
And then he did what he did best. He began lapping and licking. Loving and biting, sharp little licks followed by a long, drawn out tasting that had her seeing stars.
Her fingers went to his hair where she sank them into his scalp—and he allowed it.
She began to move to and fro as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
She was almost there—almost there. And then he reached up and tweaked her nipple, playing with it and twisting it so firmly that it almost blew her mind—and then it did. She exploded in a cascade of euphoria, a feeling so deep and strong she didn’t know if she’d ever recover.
He gave her only enough time to milk the feeling and then he released his intimate hold on her, climbed over her again on all fours, and with a ruthlessness that caught the air in her throat, kneed her legs apart and forged inside—all with a single thrust that had him touching her womb.
Her insides melted, and her world splintered from the depth he’d reached yet again.
He began taking what he wanted, what he needed, with deep thrusts that had her following him and finding his rhythm within seconds.
They strained against each other, it was so awesome, so beautiful that she knew she’d find heaven again. And then she really did reach heaven again as with a huge, forceful lunge, he forced himself even higher within her and held that position. He came with a groan of satisfaction and his release triggered hers, Lauren following him over the edge once again.
Logan collapsed on top of her, leaving her only enough room to breathe. They lay in peaceful silence as their bodies relaxed, Lauren running her fingers through his hair in the way she knew soothed him.
Finally, he lifted his head and studied her, as if making sure she was all right. “You okay?”
She let out a slow, deep, perfectly satisfied breath, her eyes half-lidded. “Mm-hmm,” she answered softly.
He continued to eye her for another moment, and then, as if satisfied with her answer, laid his head on her chest, her breasts cushioning his cheekbone.
Her eyes closed as peace washed over her.
It was then that she heard it. “I love you.”
His arms had tightened, but he never raised his head.
“I love you, too,” she answered softly, running her fingers through his hair.
Suddenly, as if a bad memory hit him hard, his head came up and he stared at her. “Swear to god, I’m still going to kill that motherfucker—“
“Logan,” she interrupted, making a move to wriggle out from underneath him. “It’s over. Someday, babe, knowing you like I do, I’m sure you’ll get another chance to do damage.” She paused, smiling into his eyes. “Let’s forget about it for now and go tear into that cake. It’s your favorite, and now we don’t have to share.”
His features softened a bit as he let her up but held onto her hand for a moment, his eyes communicating more than words could ever say, before releasing her, his fingers trailing down hers as if still reluctant to let her leave his side. “I’ll never share, Lauren.”
His meaning was quite clear to her and she couldn’t help it, she quirked him a grin, because damn her silly hide, she loved his possessiveness. Tipping her head for him to follow her, she jumped back into her clothes at record pace.
Logan was completely hers and chocolate cake was waiting.
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Want to read about Gibson and Julie’s first meeting? It can be found in ‘The Thrill of the Chase.’
All new from Lynda Chance:
Resisting the Rancher
(A steamy, 80k contemporary romance)
Available now for preorder at most outlets, to be released February 28, 2017
Blurb:
When Janet Smith arrives at the Bar M Ranch, she’s desperate for a job, but not so desperate that she doesn’t recognize the potentially explosive situation she’s put herself in. The tall, brooding owner watches her with a dangerous sizzle that’s almost tangible. His searing looks fill her with confusion and a paralyzing need unlike anything she’s ever experienced.
It takes less than twenty-four hours for Jeff McIntyre to realize the housekeeper he’s hired has little to no domestic capabilities. But she does have something he wants, and it doesn’t have anything to do with hot meals or laundered clothing. Being exposed to her daily has him on a tight leash that’s fueling his resentment. There’s no question in his mind—he’s going to snap within days—if not hours.
Excerpt:
Jeff studied the girl in front of him, realizing several things in that instant. Although she hadn’t technically lied to him about where she’d been, she certainly hadn’t been one hundred percent open either, and that made it little more than a lie in his book. And the fact that she was hiding something from him was fueling a surge of testosterone in his bloodstream that was manifesting itself in aggression—sexual aggression—he could feel it.
He was already fighting his arousal to such a degree that it astounded him. What was it about this little chick that made him want to invade her personal space, grab her around the waist and throw her over his shoulder before taking her to his room and locking her inside? Really, what the hell was it about her?
Whatever it was, his swollen and engorged hard-on was not going to control his actions. Yeah, he’d have her in bed soon, but for now, he wanted to know exactly where the hell she’d been that day.
Why he felt the n
eed to know her exact whereabouts, he refused to analyze. He just wanted to know and by damned, she was going to tell him the complete truth this time.
Without wasting another second, he pushed off the door and took two steps toward her, intent on seeking answers. Her reaction to his sudden movement made his feet stall. It wasn’t the fact that her face blanched white; it wasn’t the fact that she took a single step backwards with obvious nerves that stopped him in his tracks.
It was the sound of the breath catching in her throat and then escalating into small, panting puffs of air that lifted her chest—and her breasts—up and down. It was the way her cheeks went from white to flushed pink; it was the way her lips parted as she held her breath for a moment before taking rapid inhalations again—and again, as if she couldn’t get enough air.
Well, holy hell. Any sanity where she was concerned was hijacked as he realized she was just as hot for him as he was for her. His motive, his intention to interrogate her dissolved in a split second as an all-encompassing need to lay his hands on her invaded his bloodstream. How the hell many days had he kept himself in check? Too many to count.
He was done being noble, he needed to taste her, now.
As if receiving permission from his brain, his body went into full throttle. Reaching out with one hand, he made a grab for her. She sucked in a breath as his fingers wrapped around the slender bones of her wrist. Unable to control his need, he jerked her toward him, her torso slamming against his, producing a pagan satisfaction deep in his core.
With her breasts pressed against him, he swung her around until her back was against the wall. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her into him, not really caring that he was now supporting much of her weight as he pulled her to her tiptoes. The feel of her pressing against him provoked a surge of almost maddened lust as he stared down into her upturned face.
Her beautiful, exotic eyes blinked up at him as she struggled for breath.
Son. Of. A. Bitch. She was more than hot—she was willing—she was addictive, and he couldn’t wait one second longer. His head dropped, his lips crashing onto hers.
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More From Lynda Chance:
Pursuit (The first meeting and romance of Logan and Lauren)
Marco’s Redemption
Under the Cowboy’s Control
The Mistress Mistake
The Rancher’s Virgin Acquisition (historical)
The Sheriff and the Innocent Housekeeper (historical novella)
His Indecent Proposal (contemporary novella)
The House of Rule
Rule’s Obsession: Book One (Damian and Angie)
Rule’s Property: Book Two (Nick and Courtney)
Rule’s Addiction: Book Three (Garrett and Maria)
Rule’s Seduction: Book Four (Max and Erin)
The Redwood Falls Series
Josh and Hannah: Book One
An Eye for an Eye (Zach and Katie’s Story) Book Two
The Ranchers of Chatum County
Staking His Claim (novella)
Sarah’s Surrender
The Louisiana Liaisons novellas:
Seduced by the American Millionaire
Blackmailed Into Bed
Bedded by the Boss
The Louisiana Liaisons Boxed Set
The Temptation in Texas short stories:
The Thrill of the Chase (a trilogy of short stories)
Logan and Lauren
Mike and Megan
A Logan and Lauren Christmas Special 2014
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